The Eye of the Storm

[Marcus Garret]

1305
Delian Galaxy
Marcus’s Quarters

Ever since the expedition had returned from the mission, Marcus had been under the equivalent of house arrest. Two guards stood just outside the door, armed and armored. They hadn’t searched the room for weapons, but he hadn’t shown any hostility towards anyone in the expedition since being beamed off of Charonium. Truthfully, a couple of the psychologists had tried to have long sessions with him, none of which had been productive. Marcus hadn’t said more than a handful of words during any of the sessions, or to anyone for that matter.

Physically, he was fine, if a little strained. Mentally, he was keeping himself in the state of ‘battle calm’ just to keep from having an emotional breakdown. He didn’t have time for that. He had to go find Katrina and Pooja. He HAD to. The only thing keeping him from disappearing into the gate network of the Delian galaxy was that he didn’t know where to start… yet.

Not knowing where to start was the reason why he was sitting at his desk, looking through all the data he’d gotten from the last mission, as well as the information that had been obtained since the expedition had come to the galaxy. For two days, he’d been staring at the computer screen, searching through the information, examining data, looking for patterns. His training and experience in the intelligence community finally pulled through, though, and he tapped the computer screen as he got up from the desk and went over to his bed.

Everyone was entitled to a few personal belongings, and Marcus was no exception. The boy scout motto is ‘Be Prepared.’ Marcus took it to heart. From beneath the bed, he pulled a black case, the kind that is sometimes used to transport weapons or delicate equipment. Unlocking the case, he opens it and pulls out his Sig556. He’d taken it to the range a few times, but he’d never expected to actually have to take it off the base. Now, though, it was perhaps time to put the rifle to the test. He was planning the unthinkable: going rogue.

Cutting all ties with the expedition, leaving the protection that Akrotiri and the ships offered, was a daunting and dangerous proposal. Unfortunately, he didn’t see any other way that he would get to follow the path that he’d found.

Marcus didn’t want to make an enemy of the people he’d been working and fighting beside for so long. If at all possible, he wanted this to be a temporary separation, nothing more. So, he had to limit the amount of gear he ‘borrowed’ from the expedition, which meant he was largely going to be using the bits of gear he’d bought or acquired through other legal means over the years.

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('The Evilness' - as one of my co-workers calls it)

[Destiny "Silverwing" Andre]

1307
Delian Galaxy
Hallway to Marcus' Quarters

Walking down the hall, Destiny Andre's mind was all over the place. She was considering coming back to the place that was once called home, but not like this. This was the last way the pilot expected to be brought back into the action. Since James Calmara's visit, the young woman had been weighing the pros and cons of returning to the site. In her mind, there was more cons than pros. She had only been off world at least two or three times since James' visit. Not enough to feel fully ready to head back into the action, but enough to know being back on an off world team felt so right. She was planning to just take a few more months or so to get back into the swing of things, then decide from there if she really wanted to head back to delta or not. That was the plan, but fate always seemed to have a way of changing things. Like the fact that Kat and Pooja were now captured; the main reason that Destiny was back walking the halls of Delta. There was no way that this captain was going to sit around while the two women, that meant so much to her, were off in another part of the galaxy with god only knows what was happening to them. Those two women were the key people that helped her the last few months since the rescue of the Task Force. She owed this to them, Kat more so. That woman was very much like a sister to her. The main reason that this female was heading to the only person that seemed to have answers; Marcus Garret

Watching the numbers on the doors, Destiny had to talk to Marcus. There was no way that Kat was killed. It was just something that this young woman wasn't willing to believe. She didn't know anything about the second lieutenant, but knew so much more about the major. After both going through similar situations, they opened up to each other. Destiny told Kat her own personal story about all that went on with her in Delta, while the well seasoned major opened about the Olympians always seeming to have it in for Kat. The reason this pilot didn't believe that Marcus killed Katrina. There was too much back story to jump to that conclusion. For those who didn't know the in depth story on the major, it was understandable. For this pilot? Well it was completely different. That was probably the reason she was going to Marcus. One being closer to Kat, and two, wanting the full out truth. Something was going down and this captain was going to get to the bottom of it one way or another.

Finally finding the right room, or praying that it was, Des rapped on the door, then took a step back waiting; running through exactly how she was going to do this. She had never met this young man before. Only knew what a little bit about him from the conversations with Kat, talking about teams, and between working with others around Delta. How was she going to explain this? Hey you don't know me, but I'm Captain Destiny Andre and I'm here to find out what really went down with Kat. Yeah that was a great introduction. Letting out a sigh, the young woman ran a hand through her hair nervously. They said interesting circumstances always brought people together. She just hoped that would be the case and none of this would go sour. Two lives of women she cared about were on the line. That was the main thing everyone needed to focus on.

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[Marcus Garret]

1308
Delian Galaxy
Marcus’s Quarters/Hallway

Hearing the sharp knocking on his door somewhat surprised the Lieutenant. He was hoping that he’d at least get enough time to get everything packed and ready before anyone came visiting, particularly anyone in the command chain. With a sigh, he hit the button on the vertical grip that set off the spring-loaded mechanism that deployed the bipod legs. The sharp *pop* of the mechanism probably carried outside of the room, but he didn’t really care at the moment. Carefully setting the gun on the floor so that it rested on the bipod legs and the butt, he walked over to the door.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Marcus hit the switch that opened the door. He blinked a couple times in surprise at the fact that it wasn’t someone he recognized. Could they have sent an inquisitor of some kind to ask him even more questions? No, that couldn’t be it. The guards were gone. When did that happen? The order for the guards to keep him under watch must have been rescinded some time after he’d returned from lunch.

Giving a cursory glance at the required points, he figured out a few things, but not enough to tell him why she was there. From the rank insignia on her collar, she was a captain. Name tapes told him her name and that she was in the Air Force, like him. Finally, her occupational badge on the left side of her chest told him she was a pilot. Why would Captain Andre, Air Force pilot be here?

All of this only took a moment to process, of course, and with a respectful nod, he motioned that she could enter. He may have hoped to keep what he was doing from the higher ups, but he’d never really been all that great at subterfuge. Seeing through some subtlety, yes, but being subtle had never been a strong point. Being inconspicuous was one thing, playing the wheels within wheels game of politics and whatnot was something else entirely.

Despite the mess presented by the majority of his personal gear strewn about the room, the fact that it was all in the process of being prepped for some sort of operation was mostly apparent, and he wasn’t in the mood to try to hide it. All this unexpected visit did was speed up his timetable a bit.

Finally speaking, it was characteristically (at least for how he’d been the last few days) short. Didn’t help much that he was speaking quietly and nearly emotionlessly, both in face and tone of voice.

“Can I help you with something, ma’am?”

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[Destiny "Silverwing" Andre]

1309
Delian Galaxy
Marcus’s Quarters

When the door didn't open right a way, Destiny figured that he was probably not in, or at least didn't want to answer. It would be understandable, given the circumstances that were surrounding the situation. People were suspecting him of killing a fellow team member, but she refused to believe that. After working in this program for so many years, you learned to raise suspicions. This pilot wanted proof that Kat was died. Even if they had a body, that wasn't good enough. Something in her gut was saying that there was more going on, and the captain had learned to listen to that gut a long time ago.

Hearing the lock click, Des shook her head seeing the door open with the young man standing at the entrance. The young woman fought back a chuckle seeing the look upon the lieutenant's face. Yeah she was probably the last person that he would expect to see. Basically with the fact that they had never met before now. Getting the cue to step in, the female gave a small smile slipping and giving a glance around the room that she was now in. Once the door shut behind Marcus, and the question was raised, Destiny turned facing the fellow soldier. "I won't beat around the bush Lieutenant. First, I come here off the record and off duty; out of my own intentions. Major Logan is one of my very best friends. Actually that is a complete understatement; she is, in fact, like a sister to me, and I do not believe the rumors that are flying around saying that you killed her. I don't know anything about you, nor will I pretend to, but I do know Kat. We both went through similar experiences months ago; an experience that brought us closer. Close enough we both shared our stories to each other. I know the Olympians have been after her countless times; more than any person on this base, or at least as far as I know. When it comes to Kat, there is more than meets the eye. I know you know what really went on that day. So please, as a fellow concerned friend for that amazing woman, tell me what really happened," she explained staring him right in the eyes, letting him know she was completely serious. "You have my word upon the oath that I took the day I signed up to be a pilot for this nation we both serve, that whatever you share with me will not leave this room. Please Lieutenant Garret, what happened to Kat?"

Taking a breath, Destiny stopped biting her lip, preparing for whatever Marcus was about to say next. He could say that he didn't want to talk about it, and politely ask her to leave. Since they were both off duty, though she prayed that wouldn't be the case. What no one, except those really closest to her, knew was that this woman would stop it nothing to find out the truth. If Marcus wasn't willing to give the truth? Well she would just find her own way of getting to the bottom of things; no matter how hard that might be. It would just be easier if Marcus talked, and she wouldn't risk getting in too much trouble.

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[Marcus Garret]

1310
Delian Galaxy
Marcus’s Quarters

Marcus lowered his head, his control slipping for a moment. In that moment, a tear slipped down his face, along with any number of other emotions before he re-centered himself. He couldn’t let himself break down. He’d stay strong, at least long enough to find Katrina and Pooja and help bring them back. For his own sake he’d stay strong. For Katrina’s and Pooja’s sake, he’d stay strong. For everyone who cared and loved either woman, he’d stay strong. He had to keep himself focused.

*Flashback*

He stared at the pistol the psychologist had placed on the table. It wasn’t the same one, but the same feeling of revulsion swept over him, nonetheless. Despite the doctor’s urgings, he refused to pick it up with the same silent demeanor he’d maintained for the last few days. He *couldn’t* pick up the gun. Not if he wanted to stay sane.

*End Flashback*

For a moment, he stood there, silent. The tear that had escaped was poised on his chin, as if just waiting for the moment to jump off. Then, he spoke quietly, and with only a hint of emotion.

“I don’t know if Major Logan is alive. I hope she is, but that’s something I have to find out for all our sakes.”

He turns his head up returning her gaze.

“The body in the morgue that has her face is a clone. Whoever made the clone also imprinted many of her memories and much of her personality into it. If I didn’t know Kat… Major Logan very well, I’d have never known the difference.”

He took a deep breath to steady himself. The captain was Kat’s friend, and deserved to know the truth, despite him having been ordered not to divulge any details of the incident to anyone.

“During the course of the mission, I discovered that it wasn’t Major Logan, and confronted her. She admitted to it, as well as hinted that she was there for more than just data gathering and sabotage. I foiled many of the attempts, but I couldn’t be sure that she wouldn’t try to kill us all. She said that she and the Major were linked, and that hurting her would result in causing pain for the Major. Despite that, I couldn’t jeopardize the expedition. So… I did what I had to do. The hardest thing anyone could do. I aimed between her eyes, and pulled the trigger.”

With a deep breath, he motioned around the room, particularly at the rifle.

“Now I carry a burden I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. The only way for me to get rid of it, is to bring Major Logan back. Even if it’s only her body, I have to go find her. I know they won’t let me track down the bastards that caused all this, so I’m going rogue. I have a trail to follow, and the will to do whatever’s necessary to bring all our people home. Maybe then I can let myself feel again.”

He walks over and stands by his desk, staring at the computer screen. A set of coordinates and the picture of a planet are displayed.

“So there you have it, ma’am. The truth.”

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[Travis Oxford]

1310
Delian Galaxy
Oxford’s Quarters

He was cursed.

Of that he could say it with confidence and embarrassment; and with a cringe. Not that the last part mattered, if his rank was going to be stripped of him. Whatever Garrett had done, Travis as his direct Commanding Officer bore the solo responsibility as well. After all his XO had been a copy of the original Kat Logan. The actions of the woman had never seemed odd, since he had hardly known her at all. Few bypassing greetings weren’t much to go on with to begin with.

If Garrett hasn’t been on the team who knew what would have happened. For all he knew they all would have been dead by now. Such though send a ripple of chill down his spine. He couldn’t imagine leaving Claire to raise their children. All alone and broken, torn at him. Sighing he pours two fingers of brandy in a glass.

Keeping the thoughts for a moment, he wondered how Garcia was holding. Since the woman he loved and married not long ago plus who also was his team member had been kidnapped towards the end of the mission. He tired placing himself in Jerry’s shoes, but couldn’t. Just to stand and watch one’s heart being taken before their very own eyes would even kill the toughest of the Military men. Feeling helpless would be top of the list.

He could go and keep the man company, but really what was he going to say in the first place. He hadn’t been there nor had he experienced something like it. No words of wisdom or wise cracks were going to work. Plus it was going be odd for not being able not hide from the woman’s pretty glares and angered expression that made her look cute.

Travis was fond of the woman and admired her ability to stick her neck out to help. It wasn’t something many would do. Like most men, even his own son wasn’t immune to her beauty. Travis would be up for rescue the ‘pretty bride’ as his son called her.

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[Robert "Scarecrow" Cromin]

1310
Delian Galaxy
Flight Control

It was obvious that the Captain was not his usual self, he seemed distracted, staring faraway into space as if he was trying to see something quite far off. He was bothered by something he had seen a couple of days ago just after their last mission, he had gone off world to help with an ongoing negotiation. He helped save the life of the Leader's son, and as a result the Leader was in his debt. He was ordered to go collect on that debt, so he did as he was told. While he was there negotiating he saw someone he was sure he had seen before, she wasn't part of the expedition as far as he knew and the reason this was wierd was because he had seen her on earth; but he acted like he didn't know her. They had spent 2 days together holed up in a hotel room in phoenix. Now he was starting to think that it wasn't a coincidence after all especially the way they met. He had since used his contacts to see if the woman was on some top secret op but there is no record of her. He had top secret clearance but he couldn't find anything on her and he even tried finding out using his father but all to no avail. So he figured that he was compromised and it was either that she was NID or some enemy from another world sent to spy on the SGC. He wanted to go back, he needed to go back in order to make sure that this was not what he was thinking it was because if it was what he was thinking it was then he 'd have to do something that he might regret, but in his line of work it was necessary. He figured he would go to Oxford and try to drum up an excuse to go back to the planet by himself, that also means that he had to give the Colonel a darn good excuse.

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[Destiny "Silverwing" Andre]

1312
Delian Galaxy
Marcus’ Quarters


After hearing the story, Destiny just shook her head hardly surprised at all. Katrina was sadly known for all the misfortunes that befell her in Delta. It was like someone had pasted a permanent sign on the back of the woman saying, Capture Me! Seriously, the pilot didn't know of any other women in the base that got more kidnappings than she did. Katrina really didn't know how to catch a break. Letting out a sigh, the brunette ran a hand through her hair. "I know these words will sound empty and hallow, because I don't know what it's like to experience what you're going through right now, but I do know that Katrina would have wanted you do that. We both know that she would have wanted you to do whatever it took to protect others, even if meant killing a fellow friend and teammate," she explained, hoping the lieutenant would be able to find some comfort in those words. That was something that no one ever want to face; enemy or not. She couldn't even begin to imagine what Marcus was going through, and she thought just being a brainwashed enemy of the Task Force was hard. At least she never really full out killed any one of the members. Thankfully there had still been some part of her that held onto her former self.

With a shake of the head, Des looked over at Marcus. "You did what you had to do. No one can hold that against you. I know that isn't helpful, but that's the oath we all took; protect no matter what," she stated but then continued on. "I don't believe that Kat is dead. She has always been way too valuable to the Olympians to just kill off now. If that clone was bluffing, then we need to hold onto that. That has to be the hope that fuels us. Another reason that I know Kat can't be dead is because, she has come too far to just give up now. After the incident of being a prior, I don't believe she would give up that easily this time. We both learned from those lessons." Plus, the captain didn't know what she would do if Katrina was really gone. Call it a blind faith, but her and James were the only two people she could count on in this base. The main two that were truly there for her after the imprisonment. No, Katrina was not dead. She wouldn't believe it til she saw it with her own two eyes. There was just no way.

"Do you believe that Pooja's disappearance is connected with Kat's?" she asked tilting her head back towards Marcus. The young woman felt torn. She owed her life to both of them, so who did she go to lend more aide? That was a tough decision to make. Hearing Marcus' last comment, Destiny pushed herself off the wall and walked over next to the young man's desk. "Well what do you have in mind?" she asked resting her hands on the desk and staring at the screen. "Before you interject, first you've got to know even if you don't take me with you, I will find a way to get to either of these women. I will help in their rescues some way. It's just better if it's through you, because you actually know what happened and aren't going to wait til someone says go. One thing to know about me, I will go against orders if a teammate or friend's life is on the line. Second, you're going to need a pilot. Before you even dare say it's going to be dangerous, I already know danger. I was the XO of both the 356th F-302 Squadron, and the Task Force; while also a prisoner of war for five months, which I rather not get into. You need someone who knows how to truly fly and can get you where you need to go. Plus, I am betting a cloaked puddle jumper would come in handy right? Well who has better access to that but a pilot, who just so happens to have been through the ancient gene therapy. So....how about it Lieutenant? Don't worry, I won't stop you or tell anyone anything if you say no; nr will I get in your way. Like I said, I care about these two women and will find a way to be there for them."

Des looked him dead in the eyes, waiting for his answer. She wasn't normally one to take no for an answer, but if that's what he choose, she wouldn't fight this time. This was much too important for that. She would just find her own way to get to Poo and Kat. One way or another, she would help rescue those two. On that, the pilot would give her life.

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[Marcus Garret]

1313
Delian Galaxy
Marcus’ Quarters

To turn down assistance on the eve of an endeavor such as he was about to embark would have been extremely foolish. Marcus was emotionally clumsy and a bit dim when it came to social skills, but a fool he was not. Giving the captain a slight smile, which was about all he could manage for the time being, he nodded.

“I’d gladly have you along, ma’am.”

His face turning more serious, he stared at the computer for a moment, his eyes unfocused as he thought. Pooja may not have been in the upper command echelon, but she did personally know any number of the other members of the expedition. With Logan’s clone, they had direct access to much of the expedition’s leadership and the rest of the personnel. When it came to Pooja, though, they had personal knowledge of the emotional and mental states of any number of expedition personnel, as well as knowledge of their skill sets and how they got along with other personnel.

“It’s highly likely. I can’t be positively sure right now, but if they intend to infiltrate the expedition as thoroughly as possible, her knowledge would be invaluable.”

Standing up straight, he turns to her again.

“It’s not just my intention to find and bring back Major Logan. I intend to at the very least find ALL of our people they may have. That includes Pooja Garcia.”

Turning to the half-filled pack and partly-assembled tactical vest on the bed, he starts to return to his preparations, but pauses half way. He half turns to the captain, and lets loose another slight smile.

“My first name’s Marcus, in case you didn’t already hear about it. I’ve heard a couple rumors related to the etymology of the name, but I’m not as violent as ‘martial or warlike’ would suggest.”

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[James Calmara]

1313
Machine shop
City of Akrotiri

Turning the dial slowly and carefully taking another millimetre slither off the part clamped in vice of the machine, watching at the metal curled away in long spirals, the noises droning out almost anything. Except his own thoughts that is. The last few days had been a confusing and disturbing to say the least, causing the sergeant to question everything and everyone himself included, that he really hated.

A teammate lying dead in front of him, then later finding out she was missing and not the only one at that. Meaning two people were missing with no clues as to there whereabouts. That was Delta’s intelligence communities’ job, find their location then send teams after them. His thoughts turned to his teammates Lt. Garret was under house arrest and understandably not keen on talking. Cpt. Cromin was off somewhere, trying to put this behind him most likely. Then there was the CO Maj. Oxford, he had to have the roughest deal of them all, to have all this about person under his command had to make this worse than ever.

Deciding on going to see Oxford, Clamara finished the part, shut off the machine and exited the machine shop.

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[Travis Oxford]

1315
Delian Galaxy
Oxford’s Quarters

He had been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t heard the knock on his door; he came to the present after the second round of rapping. Wondering just who was at his door given the situation, Walker, Oxford knew wasn’t likely to be the one; Garcia was locking himself in the room he shared with his wife. He knew for certain that Collins was had her hands full with both men and Cutter adding to the list. Still he toyed with the idea of keeping Garcia company whether he wanted it or not.

Rumors were flying that Kepler was sending McKinnon – formally known as Ashwood – back out here. The reasons he knew should be quiet obvious to the casual observer. Just how much foundation the rumors held was yet to be seen.

Plus he had no idea how to deal with all that had transpired within his own team. Garret under house arrest, Logan’s clone was dead, the whereabouts of the real one was not known. He didn’t want things to go from bad to worse.

Without facing the door, “Come in,” he called out. The view before was the only thing that allowed him peace for a while. Taking a sip of his drink he waited for the person to enter.

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[James Calmara]

1313
Oxfors Quarters
City of Akrotiri


Calmara wandered the halls slowly heading for his destination, considering what he might say, truth was he’d no idea if anything he could say would help, eventually deciding not to think too much about it. Just showing up and showing a bit of solidarity in a tough time had to count for something. He’d also contemplated dropping off at his room to pick up a bottle of Jameson Irish Whiskey. But not knowing if his CO was a drinker decided against it.

While he walked a certan someone kept pushing into his mind Destiny Andre, He’d consistently tried to persuade her to rejoin Delta, and now with the way events taking shape Calmara was questioning that.

Nearly there he pushed this to the background and knocked. He had to twice, but did so patiently, before being invited in. Entering noting Maj. Oxford had his back to door and a drink in his hand. That told him a lot. “ Sir, I know this is a not the best time but when is at the moment. So how you’re keeping? ”This was the best he could come up with. It was start an open start at that.

<Oxford>

[Travis Oxford]

1315
Oxford’s Quarters
City of Akrotiri


Hearing Calmara’s voice, Travis half turned and face the man, “I understand you dilemma, Calmara, in situations like this there’s never a best time. You, pick up the threads both and deal with whatever’s happening or sit idle and twiddle your thumb.” The latter part he had no attention of doing. He wasn’t the one to sit around and do nothing if there was a chance he could help out in anyway.

Sighing he looked at his drink, then at James, “Drink?” he asked in an offer, as he moved to the small table where the bottle was kept, “I’m keeping. Trying to find way out of this mess, SD-2 has landed themselves in. Not an easy task, plus I doubt Walker’s going to make it easy as well. They were after all...” he trailed off not wanting to disclose their romantic relationship, if James didn’t know, “Commanding Officers of SD-3.” He settled on that.

“I know you had your suspicion on who killed her, but those who knew her the best could have only known she wasn’t the real deal. Last time I lost an XO was Connors. I think there’s something with me and female XO’s. Now Garret under house arrest -” he cut off and shook his head, “and Garcia being kidnapped. That’s loaded.”

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((He’s providing to be hard to be digged deeper. LOL I know he has deepness, somewhere inside him. Ah, but the fun of discovering him. ;D))

[James Calmara]

1315
Oxford’s Quarters
City of Akrotiri

Although Oxfords inicah remarks seemed all most philosophical and a tad confusing, Calmara decided to take it as a good point and then move on. Especially when a drink was offered “Yes sir, times like this defiantly call for one.” He listened as his CO explained the rather sticky point that he found himself in with the team. This did confirm or seemed to confirm that the person he saw killed was an imitation. “That confirms what I’ve heard that she wasn’t killed but that both Logan and Garcia are now missing.” He quickly realized he was just repeating things now and that doing so might not be for the best.

Calmara turned his attention to what to do in the mean time. “ I hear what your saying about wanting to do something. As soon as we get a lead I’m there, I’ve gone far and wide before to get people home and I’d do it again in a moment. It’s just the waiting that gets me, intelligence is not my strong skill.” To negative maybe Calmara thought to himself, but honest at least, honesty opinion or observation is what served him well to this point and would hopefully continue to do so.

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[Destiny "Silverwing" Andre]

1315
Delian Galaxy
Marcus’ Quarters

When Marcus agreed, Destiny let out a breath not realizing that she was holding. Funny how nerves could do that do you. Glancing at the screen, the pilot tried to make sense of the display, but this wasn't her area of expertise. Hers was in the sky; there was no question about that. When on the ground, it felt out of character for this young woman. Sure she was trained in Search and Rescue, along with special ops, and was skilled in combat situations; any soldier was trained to be, no matter what your line of work was, but her true talents were in the sky, protecting everyone back on land. On the ground, it involved a lot of thinking things through, and double checking oneself. In the sky, it was all second nature. Her skill truly took over that sometimes felt as if she didn't have to think at all. Get her behind any ship, and you could truly see what this captain was made of.

Listening to what Marcus was saying, Des leaned against the desk, crossing her arms as well as nodding her head. "Makes sense. There is no one like Poo, nor is there anyone like Kat. Two perfect targets for figuring out how this base works," she agreed, biting the bottom lip realizing how screwed they all would be if any of the information these women had get out. She knew Kat was strong and would fight back, but wasn't sure about Poo. That doctor had a strong personality and has a bite to her, especially when it came to the love of her life, but wasn't use to the military world; remembering listening to the young woman talk when they all were at her house, getting ready for her wedding. She just prayed that this wouldn't crush Poo's spirit. The brave doctor had to stay strong like she knew that Poo could be. "Then I'm in even more. I owe both of those women my life. The reason I came back. I won't rest til they are back here safe; like I know they would do for me," she said with a small smile.

Straightening up, Destiny gave a nod with a slight smirk. "Good thing I know Kat, or I would think that you are like that, just because I have never met you before," she stated then held out her hand. "Destiny Andre and it's a pleasure to meet you Marcus. Any friend of Kat's is a friend of mine, especially one that would be willing to go rogue for not only her, but others on this base." Sure it was breaking the rules, but at times like these it was expected. She couldn't begin to imagine what Commander Garcia was experiencing right now. His newly wedded wife was captured. She didn't personally know the Commander, but heard that he wasn't someone that you wanted to get on his bad side, especially when it came to the ones closest to him. She wondered what his plan of action would be, because it didn't seem like anyone would be calm til either of these women returned back safely.

"Oh and don't mind the rumors that might still be circling around about me. It's something that really doesn't need to be discussed," she replied then ran a hand through her hair. "So what should I do to prepare for this mission?" By the looks of things, it seemed that he was getting ready to leave pretty soon. There went any chance of seeing a few people before all the chaos started, but there were lives on the line; other people would have to wait, no matter how much she wanted to see James before they left.

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